On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was the rabbi of a small shul in Portland, Oregon. That year, we were saying Selichos in the home of a congregant who was sitting shivah — in a small community, the entire minyan moves to the mourner’s home. We had just gathered in his living room and were about to begin when one of our members rushed in, visibly agitated. “Stop! Turn on the television!”

 

There are many New Yorkers who witnessed the attack on the World Trade Center a quarter century ago who have yet to visit the National September 11 Memorial & Museum in downtown Manhattan. Depending on who is asked, the memories are too traumatizing, and there are countless other neighborhood memorials and commemorative events where one can pause to reflect.